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Oh, sweet and sumptuous at height of noon,
Languid to lio on Bcontfld summer lawns
Fanned by faint broczes of tho breathless
June;
To watch tho-timorous, ami trooping fawns
Dappled iiko tonderost clouds in oarly dawns
Forth from thoir ftfttjy covott glido to drink,
And cool lithe linibs beBide the river’s brink!
Oh, strangp and gad Orq daylight disappear)!,
To hear % -croaking of tho diorapward wain
Drawn by its yoke of tardy pacing steers,
path honeysuckle hedge and iunglcd lane,
To breatho faint scent of roses on tho wano
By cottngo doom, and wnteli tlio mellowing sky
Fado into saffron lmes insensibly.
—John Addington thjmonds.
THE BLIZZARD.
Susan walked slowly along behind the
prairie schooner, driving tho small herd
of cattle belonging to her brother-in-
law. The roads were a littlo muddy in
some placos—there had been a rain tho
night before—but sho was tired of
riding in tho wagon and walking rested
her. She formed, a part of the pro
cession going West. It was a long one,
scattering ovor miles and miles of coun
try ; mule teams, ox teams, lean teams,
fat toams, all heading toward tho land
of promiso, tho West. They wero going
in bands of two, threo or four families,
and again onn family alone. Some of
them wcio mechanics who know noth
ing of farming and just as littlo of tho
land they were going to and tho spot on
which they would stop. Others were
furmors who hud sold out comfortable
homos to go West and buy more land,
t n Susan’s part of tho procession wero
two families, her Bister Mary with her
husband, Thomas Smith, and their son
Adolphus, or Dolph, and Gyrus Hol
man with his old mother. Susan
trudged along, driving the cattle before
her. Far and wide, as groat a distance
as Blie could see, was tho green coun
try dotted with its comfortable white
farmhouses and largo barns. Sho
thought it a fine country, indeed, and
wondered how soon they wero to stop,
not knowing they wore to travel more than
100 miles yet, for Susan was an igno
rant young woman, with nmall knowl
edge of geography, and was not quite
certain whether Dakota was a county in
the State of Minnesota ortho reverse.
Suddenly, as sho walked along, sho
came in full sight of a town sot in among
the bluffs—a neat, prosperous, busy
town, with a great many brick houses
and green trees. Sho called to Dolph
to como and drive the cattle, and got
into the wagon—sho did not want to go
through the town on foot. The town
was full of people, farm wagons wero
standing close together down both sides
of tho main stroet, and the white tops of
the prairie schooners like their own
wero visiblo hero and there. They
stopped at a grocery to buy some neces
sary articles of food and then went on.
They came to a tall, red brick school-
house. It was recess and the children
played about in the yard, so many of
them, Susan had novel- seen so many to
gether in her life. The teachers were
standing in tho broad doorway, and
away up in tho third story was one with
a pretty, girlish face, watering some
plants in tho window. She looked won
derfully stylish to Susan’s eyes and she
looked upon them as being very wealthy
and important personages. Tho two
men and Dolpli stopped to gather the
seeds that had fallen from tho maple
trees around tho large yard. They
wanted them to plant on the treeless
prairies where they were going. Tho
boys on the playground rather resented
it as an infringement of their rights, but
through a wholesome feeling of awe for
the principal who was watching them
they con lined themselvos mostly to
mutterings of discontent among them
selves; one of the most defiant, how
ever, telling tho men to “G’way and let
them things be,” and muttering to a
companion, “Ye can git fifty cents a
peck for them seeds downtown, an’ I
want to go to the circus.” Presently
the bell rang from the tower, and the
children and teachers disappeared in
the house, while the men came back
with their baskets of seeds aad tho wag
ons jogged along.
On and on thej went, camping at night
by some spring or small lake and
traveling days, till the comfoi table farm
houses had disappeared, the small towns
wero things of the past, except hero and
there one on tho lino of tho railroad.
There was no trees, either, only prairie
and grass and grass and prairie, with
now and then an alkali sink, or some
new settler’s shanty, or dug-out. They
began to look about for a place to stop
and to inquire of every man they saw,
and they were few indeod, if there was
vacant land near there. It all looked
vacant enough. One day they met a
man going back the way they had come,
and across tho top of his schooner was
painted in large letters “ Goin homo tew
my wifes foalkes.” “Betterturn about,”
no told them, " I’ve been in this blasted
country nigh a month and there ain’t a
tree nor a shrub to break the monotony
except here and there a house and yon
need a microsoopo tew see that. Look
at my animilos, they was good and fat
when I come out Tiqre, but you’d havo
tow swing ’em twice tew make a shadder
and bo mighty quick about it or the sun’d
shine through.”
. Not an encouraging report, but they
persovered and finally settled down
where, besides tlier two littlo houses
they built with lumber purchased of
the railroad company, there... was only
one house in sight nnd that- also a very
small one. But they were near tho rail
road, that was a gre^t gain, and they
went vigorously to-work, to break wlinf
they could and prepare Vor winter. It
was slow to work, but trusting tho long,
warm fall, of which they had been as
sured by older settlers in ono place nnd
another on their journey, they expected
to bo ready for the cold winter.
Rut one day near the middle of Octo
ber it grew suddenly cold, tho wind be
gan to blow and tho snow to fall, and in
a day and night the whole country was
covered. “There is n drift 1,300 feet
long and twenty deep on the track east
of her?,” tho operator in the littlo depot
told Mr. Smith when ho went to nuiko
inquiries a day or two later. “I don’t
know how it is further west; the linos
are all down and I can’t get word, but
there won’t bo a train hero for a week,
I presume.” That was encouraging,
certainly, when everything—provisions,
wood nnd all—‘depended on that train.
Tho cattlo had very poor accommoda
tions, almost nono, in fact. Thoro had
been no straw to make sheds, as on an
older farm, and tho smnll amount of
wild hay which, spread on the few polos,
formed a roof, was littlo protection
Smith nnd his son Dolph shoveled a
path to whoro tho poor creaturcB stood
huddled together, each trying to crowd
into the center of tho group to protect
himself from tho bitter wind that drove
tho snow in blinding clouds across tho
prairie. All that day tho wind blow
fiercely, and tho snow piled higher and
higher. No train came, only a telegram
from down the lino saying the men wore
shoveling and trying to clear tho track,
but tho wind blew tho snow into tho
cuts almost as fast as they dug it out.
Their snow-plows wore of littlo uso; the
drifts packed so there was; nobeating
through thorn; nearly every engine
available was damaged in some way,
and i he men must work on. Meanwhile
tho settlors along tho lino must wait--a
hard thing to do, with both wood and
provisions running low, but they hoped
it would soon bo over and a supply
como to them.
There came a calm, still day, andthoy
hoped more than before. Smith wont
to tho little station again. A dispatch
had just been received saying the road
was nearly open, a train was within
twelve miles of thorn, a passenger train
that had been snowed in on that road
two days with nothing to eat except
what little fruit the train boy had and a
bai-rol of crackers that happened to bo
on board—it was a mixod train and car
ried some freight, which accounted for
tho crackers. Cyrus, taking advantage
of tho lull in the storm, started for u
little town on the railroad six miles
away, in the direction of tho snow
bound train. He went after supplies.
Their stock was running very low, and
it was utterly impossible for a horse to
get through the drifts. Ho went on
foot and expected to bring tho things
on his back. It was past noon when ho
reached his destination and he was very
much fatigued, in fact, ho thought he
had never been so tired in all his life.
“ Como from up there, six miles,”
said the grocer when he told him how
far ho had come. “Good God, man,
how did you get hero? Is there any
one alive up there? You see we’re
half buried alive.”
Cyrus thought so when ho looked
along tho street at the houses buried to
the second-story windows, some of them
—those that had such a thing.
“ Wo’ro most out of wood, too, been
burning lumber, furniture, anything we
could get hold of. Want something to
cat, do you ? Well, I’ll let you have a
littlo, you can’t carry much of course,
but if you’d come yesterday I wouldn’t
let you had much anyway, we’re so short
here, though I could not let folks starve.
But will have plenty to-morrow likely,
the train has moved up three miles
to-day since morning and they’ll send a
freight right after them.”
Cyrus was glad to hear of the more
hopeful condition of affairs.
“Lost any cattle up your way?” asked
tho man.
“Not yet,” said Cyrus, “we hadn’t
many, and they’ve managed to stand it
so far, though it’s pretty hard on them.”
“ You’re lucky, now Jones down here
—you don’t know him, you’re a new
man—he’s a cattle man, keeps 150 or
200 head all the time; he lost 130 head tho
first night of the storm, went into the
river. Cattle will do that, keep going
and going to get out of tho strom, and
when they come to the river the hind
ones keep pushing till they’re all in.
Its hard on Jones. Ho wasn’t ready for
winter, none of us was.”
Some ono came rushing in to say tho
lines were working again up to tho
second town west and they had only
half n cord of wood in town. Only two
fires they said, ono in a hardware store
the other in a saloon, nnd people who
could not crowd around them had gone
to bod to keep warn.
“ If it only holds like this,” said tho
grocer, “ and the wind don’t blow, they
can got wood to them in a day or two.
Tho worst road is below hero and they’ve
got that most clear ; but if it blows
again, God help them ; they’ve all gon
ers, every live one of them.” Tho early
winter twilight had begun to darken the
bright, clear day, when Cyrus started
for home. ^ Tho wind began to blow,
too, and the snow to whirl in a tliroat-
mmig way. Ho settle^ Ills bag of pro
visions on his bftclt and tried to hurry
ou toward home. Ho had como by tho
sun in tho morning, but now that was
gone. The road drifted so full of snow
ono could not tell W’hore it had boon,
and far nnd wide only tho trackless
prairie, looking ns much alike, no matter
which way ho looked, ns do different
parts of tho ocean, nr.d as tho wind rose
tho snow flew and whirled about so that
he could not see ten feet ahead of him.
Still ho pressed on, trying to keep his
way. Tho snow cut against his face
and blinded his eyes and filled his foot
prints ns soon as made. Ho had walked
until lie was very tired and thought he
must bo nearly homo when ho saw n
tight. That must bo home, nnd lie hur
ried on. Ho was nlmost up to it, or he
could not havo seen it. It was in n
small house which ho know at once was
not his house. It seemed strnngo to
him. Ho opened tho door and went in.
It was tho grocery he had loft—ho
could not tell how long before.
“ Givon it up, havo you ?” said tho
man. “ I think that’s tho best thing yon
can do; shows your head’s level.
Didn’t look much like it when you
started to wado six milos after sun
down.”
Cyrus looked at him, confusedly. “I
must bo lost," said ho, slowly. “I
thought I had got home.”
He held his hands out over tho stove
to warm them.
“ Look hero, sir,” said tho man, com
ing up to him nnd beginning to lift tho
bag from his shoulders. “ You stay
right hore; it ain’t no kind of weather
for a man to be starting out over these
porraries; you wait and havo somo sup
per and go to bod and start out when
you have daylight; it’ll bo bad enough
then. Sally,” ho called, opening n door
at the back oi tho little store, “can’t
you get a bite for this man ? He’s got
lost ami must stay all night.”
Sally showed her rosy face at the door
and avowed her willingness to havo tho
bito ready in a jiffy, but Cyrus protest
ed. Ho could not stay all night and
leave his old mother out alono in that
lonesome place to worry. Ho finally
consented to eat somo supper, and
started onco more ns soon as possible.
The snow whirled into the door behind
him as he went out.
“ That’s tho end of him, according to
my way of thinking," said tho man,
looking after Cyras, but not seeing
him. Tho grocer went back and shut
the door.
'This’ll block tho trains again; wo’ro
all done for, I believe,” said he, bit
terly.
Cyrus wandered on and on again.
Tho snow beat in his face and blinded
him, but ho did not stop, and once
more, when lie felt he could travel no
longer, he saw the welcome light. Again
lie opened the door, and again he was
at the littlo grocery.
'I thought I was at homo this time,”
said he, slowly, and more confused than
before, as ho stepped in through the
door. The man was just putting out
his lights to go to bed.
Look here, sir,” said he, “ it'll save
considerable trouble burying you if you
go out again, but on the whole I
wouldn’t do it if I was you. Go to bed
here and I’ll call you and have you off
by daylight.”
Nothing else could be done. Cyrus
saw ho could not possibly reach home
that night, and accepted tho man’s offer.
Now,” said tho man, as ho prepared
to start in tho morning, “ you’ve a tall
walk beforo you, but it ain’t blowing
hardly so furious, and the sun shines a
little, that’ll help you about your course.
You ain’t so bad off in your mind, most
likely, as a feller on them snowed-in
cars. Ho was going to bo married a
week ago to-day. His girl’s been here
a-stewing about it all tho week—sho and
Sally’s great friends. They’ve cooked
up things three times and he’s
started three times and had to go
back, till now he can’t get back, the
road’s so full behind them. Her brother
is going down to-day to carry them the
victuals in hand-sleds. They’ll bo glad
enough to sco them, if they got there,
but I doubt their getting there.”
Cyrus hastened on full of anxiety con
cerning- his mother, and not without
cause.
She had dreaded to have him start,
and had begun to watch for his return
long before it was possible for him to
havo traveled the distance. As night
came on, with its flying snow, her anx
iety increased till she could bear it no
longer. She went to tho door and look
ed out, but of course could seo nothing,
except the blinding snow. Sho put a
shawl over her head and went out. Tho
wind nearly took her off her loot.' She
oallod Cyrus—“Si 1” “CyrusI” but
there was no answer. She would try to
go and see Mary and Susan—she would
not stay there nlouo all night. She
pushed on, but the wind bent her about
nnd the snow blinded her. Sho went
aimlessly around and around far a while,
then she grow tired and snnk town in tho
drifts. A feeling of dreamy Bleepliness
oamo over her; sho lay very still, nnd
only a corner of hor shawl and along
lock of her gray hair fluttered out abovo
tho snow.
Up nt neighbor Smith's Hie drills
grow higher nnd higher, the house fair
ly shook on its slight foundation. Just
ot bed-time Smith thought ho would go
out nnd look at tho liores and see if
they wero all right. Ho went, but did
not eome back.
Dolph went to look for him, and he
did not como back.
Tho two women crouched in tho
liouso knew what it meant. Husnu
opened tho door; the wind newly took
hor off her foot. Mary was frantic—
sho would go to look for them, but
Susan hold her back. They could not
go to bed; they wrapped tho bodclothes
about them ami sat by tho stove, crying.
At last Susan wont to get more wood.
Thoro was none. What should they
do ? They sat there a while longer till
the firo had died out, then crept into
tlio littlo holo under tho liouso which
sorved the purposo of a cellar. Thoro
they crouchod in the darkness nil night,
talking a littlo in horrified whispers and
weeping much.
In the morning Susan eropt upstairs
and got n picco of a loaf of bread; it was
all they had to oat and no tiro to cook
moro. They ate a littlo of it, but only
a very little, and clung closer to each
other as tho day wore on. Woro they
to starve to death there ? Sometimes
thoy hoped they should, when they re
membered what had happened, nnd
again they sobbed at the thought.
It was night when Cyrus reached
home. Ho stumbled on something near
tho house. Ho stooped down and drew
it out of tho snow. He staggered into
the house with it and stood wildly star
ing about the room, as if he expected to
see somo one. When ho came to his
senses ho knew his foet nnd hands wero
frozen—ho could not toll anything else
for somo time. When he could ho
picked the stiffened form from tho floor
as best he could with his frozen hands,
laid it tenderly on the bed and ma lo his
way to neighbor Smith’s.
Tho frightened women in the cellar
wero wild when (hey heard his footsteps
overhead, and still more frautic when
ho spoko to know if no ono was there;
but finally they understood who it was
and crept out of their hiding-place
Mary broke tho thick ice in the wator-
pail and got cold water to take tho frost
from his hands and foet, and Susan seiz
ed the ax and demolished a couplo of
chairs, with which sho started a tiro.
They had bitter talcs for each other, but
it was a slight comfort to hear tho sound
of each other's voices.
The snow continued to pile deeper
and deeper, and no train came with tho
longed-for supplies; but by burning the
furniture in their own liouso and that
belonging to Cyrus, which ho brought
to them, nnd finally tho most of his
house, procured in tho same way, the
threo managed to keep warm, and live
carefully on the small stock of provis
ions which ho had brought from town.
Ho brought his mother’s dead body and
laid it in tho little bedroom, till there
could bo somo way to dig a grave—the
men he could not find.
When the train finally got through,
they were all three living in ono littlo
room, injwliicli stood a span of horses, to
save their lives, tho cattle having been
nearly smothered by tho snow. When
tho train whistled, it was like news from
another world ; they were saved.
FARM, GARDEN AND HOME.
I'm ulna Hoars.
In pruning s roiq -growing roses, the
end to be secured is a considerable
number of medium-sized, woll-ripened
shoots, instoad of a very fow strong
ones, as these strong, luxuriant shoots
will produco few flowers. In accord
ance with tho abovo statement, a con
tributor to a foreign journal says: The
other day when looking over an ama
teur rosarian’s pets, a plant of Jean
Rosenkrantz was pointed out ns yield
ing ouly wood and leaves. The season's
growth was at their base thicker than
my thumb, oud the general appearance
of iltoso stems immediately suggested
tho reason why flowers had not been
produced. At the baso of tho shoots
tlio buds hail gradually boeomo more
prominent, till at the euds tl.oy were as
prominent as thoso on any other roses.
To obtain a supply of blooms next soa-
son tho tips of tho shoots would merely
require cutting off; but to make n per
manent improvement nt least one shoot
would need to bo well cut in; nnd then,
instead of allowing tho young shoots
to grow as they plcasod, their points
would requiro to be pinched out, when
tho young growths had nttninod a firm
condition at least some iucliOH above its
baso.—Huston Cultivator.
preserves between two slices of paste,
and cut in strips.'
Kut'ly Jl Hdiib.
Au ingenious farmorsouds the follow
ing plan for raising early melons, cu-
oumbors, etc., to the Practical Partner'.
About a month or so oarlier than is
usual to plant theso seeds prootfro a
number of good sized rutabaga turnips,
cut off the tops, and with a knife or
other instrument scoop out nil tho in
side, so that thoy will resemblo gourds,
or cups; fill tho cavity of this cup with
good, rich earth, and plant in each a
fow soods of melons, encumbers, benns
or Beeds of any other plant that you
may desiro to havo early. They Bhould
then bo placed in a warm part of the
house or in a protecting frame, well-
made and secured from frost, and tho
earth in the onp be kept moderately
moist. If kept in a room they should
1)0 put out in the open air every clear,
lino diy; and if in u frame, let them
have air by removing tho sashes. By
doing this yon will jirevent the pluuts
from growing tall and slender nnd
causo them to beoome straight, stout
and healthy. When the season lias ad
vanced beyond all danger of frost you
can put out these turnip cups, plants
and all, in tho beds where they aro to
remain, but be enreful that you put
them out not too soon. The plants
will continue to grow and tho turnip
cups will soon rot and onable tho roots
to extend themselves without bounds in
search of fo-d, and in time become it
self an excellent rnauuro for tlio plant.
When yon set out insert the cup in u
hole just largo enough to hold it,
pressing the earth well uround tho cup,
and drawing a littlo ovor tha top or
odgo up to tho stems of tho plants,
covoring ontirely tho turnip. To hasten
the process of decay in tho cup you
may, beforo putting out, cut off with a
sharp knifo tho hard riml from the out
side of the turnip, leaving only a thin
picco of the rind inclosing tho earth.
A small hole, as largo as a ton-cout
piece, should have been cut in the
bottom of the cup before tilling with
earth when first made.
Professor Tyndall lias invented a ma
chine by which tho crackling of the
flames in tho sun can be heard. It will
now be possible to satisfactorily deter
mine whether Mars is inhabited. With
the professor’s machine a woman in
Mars might bo heard calling her four
teen-year-old son down to breakfast
half an hour before school-time. The
instrument might not bo sensitive
enough to convoy tho sound of her first
cull, because sho doesn’t elevate her
voice very altitudmously; but the four
teenth shriek for “ John Hen-r-r-n-EE!”
would nearly knock the safety-valve off
it.—Norristown Herald.
In answer to the question whether our
forefathers wero acquainted with the
peculiar physical condition known tons
now as somnambulism Dr. Regnard, in
a recent lgcture at the Sorbonne, in
Paris, said that one of tbo most accurate
descriptions of somnambulism in exist
ence was that in the sleep-walking scene
of Macbeth.
Fight hard against a hasty temper.
Anger will come, but resist it stoutly.
A spark may sot a house on fire. A fii,
of passion-may give you cause to mourn
all yout life. Never revenge an injury.
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Recipes,
Scones.—Take two pounds of flour,
quarter ounce biearbonato of soda,
quarter ounce salt, and one pint of sour
buttermilk; mix theso ingredients to
the consistency of light dough, roll
about half an inch thick, cut them into
any shspe you like; bake on a griddle
over a clear fire for about ten or fifteen
minutes, turning them to brown on
both sides.
Creamed Chicken.—Clean and cut up
in neat pieces two chickens. Put them
on to boil and before they are done pare
some potatoes, cut them in two, lay
them on top of the chicken and let
thorn boil till done. Then tako up the
potatoes carefully on u plate by them
selves; pour a pint of sweet cream upon
the chicken, let it heat, then thicken
with a scant tablespoonful of flour dis
solved in a small half oup of milk.
Season with salt, pepper and fresh but
ter. If you have no cream, sweet milk
will answer, but more butter will be
required.
A la Mode Beep.—Tako a round of
beef, make a great many holes through
it; roll strips of raw salt pork In a sea
soning made of one-half teaspoon each
thyme, salt, pepper and cloves. Then
draw these strips through the holes in
the beef. Put six onions, two table
spoons milk, arid one-quarter pouud
butter in a saucepan; stew the onions
tender; put beef, onions and all into a
pot, with water just enough to cover
them; let it cook slowly five hours.
Sandwich Cakes.—The weight of two
eggs in butter, flour and sugar. Melt
the butter and mix it with the suga
(finely powdered) and the yolks of two
eggs; add the whites beaten to a froth;
then stir in the flour; pour into a flat
tin, and bake twenty minutes in a quick
oven, When cold, put a thin layer of
A Bloodless Duel.
They tell a good story at Toulouse of
an advocate, Cazeneuvo by natne, who
having had a dispute with a landed pro
prietor residing in the neighborhood of
that city, a duel between them was de
clared, less by themselves than by their
friends, to bo indispensable. Never
having handled a sword or evefl a foil
in all his life, and persuading himself
that his opponent must necessarily be a
proficient in tbo use of suoli weapons,
the lawyer resolved to consult tho lead
ing: fencing-master in the town, and
Imviug acknowledged his utter inex
perience in matters of tho kind, asked
him wlmt ho had better do.
“ Are you tolerably strong in the
armV” inquired the professor.
“ Pretty well.”
“ Good. Then all you havo to do is
to hold your sword steadily, the point
exactly on a level with your adversary’s
oye. Remain immovable in that posi
tion, and tako care not to advance a
step, but wait nutil he rushes forward
and finds himself spitted like a wood
cock.”
“ You think ho will do that?”
“.Very probably ho may. In any
ease, you don’t risk ranch by keeping
him at arm’s longth.”
“But if ho comes nearer?”
“ Retreat in proportion."
“ I understand; nnd if, on the contrary,
ho should rotront?”
“ Remain where you are.”
Thnnking tho professor for his coun
sol tho advocate withdrew in somewhat
bettor spirits, but determined, in case
of accident, to put Iris affairs in order
and have his will signed and sealed. An
hour later his opponent was ushered into
the presence of the fencing master, and
in answer to tho latter's inquiry as to
the motive of his visit, replied that he
was on tho point of fighting a duel with
one of the„bcgt swordsmen in the de
partment, ns he had reason to believe—
tho advocate Gazeneuve—and having
had no experience in such matters came
to him for advice. The fencing master
who could liarJIy restrain from laugh
ing whon ho heard the name of Caze-
neuve, seeing the kind of individual he
had to deal with, gave him precisely tho
same instructions he had previously im-
l arted to his adversary, and secretlyre
solving to be an unobserved witness of
tlio combat, dismissed him.
On^the following day both parties,
accompanied not only by their seconds,
but also by their respective surgeons,
arrived at the place of rendezvous, nnd
obeying to tlio lettor tho directions
hoy had received, placed thomsolvcs at
tho stipulated distance from each other,
assumed the attitude agreed upon and
stood perfectly motionless. This state
of things lasted sovoral minutoB, each
supposing that tho other wonld ad
vance, and not daring for nn instant to
change his position, while tho bystand
ers looked on in mute amazement. At
length the weight of tlio weapons be
gan to tell; the constant tension of the
arm hail becomo so painful as to be
scarcely endurable, but they bore it
Iiko martyrs, until ono of the seconds,
chafing at the delay, declared that if
they were not satisfied tlieir honor was,
and, with tho concurrence of his col
leagues, insisted on their shaking hands.
“Ma foi?” said Maitre Cazeneuve,
when this ceremony had been perform
ed. “Iliad no idea that a duel was
such hard work; I would a thousand
times rather plead for a dozen hours
than fight as we have been do : ng for as
many minutes."
Riding the Donkey in Egypt.
The best way of getting about Oairo
and its environs is on the donkey. It
is cheap and exhiliorating. Tho donkey
is easily mounted and easily got off
from; not seldom he will weaken in his
hind legs and let his rider to the ground
— a sinking operation which destroys
your confidence in life itself. Some
times lie stumbles and sends the rider
over his head. But tho good donkey
never does either. He is the best nui-
mal of his size and appearance living.
He has the two qualities of our greatest
general—patience and obstinacy. The
good donkey is easy as a rocking-chair
sure-footed as a chamois; he can thread
any crowd and stand patiently dozing
in any noisy thoroughfare for hours.
To ride him is only a slight compromise
of one’s independence in walking. One
is so near the ground, and so absent-
mindedly can he gaze at what is around
him, that ho forgets that there is any
thing under him. When the donkey,
in the excitement of company on the
open street and stimulated by the
vyhacks and cries of his driver, breaks
into the rush of a gallop, thore is so
much flying of logs and such a general
flutter that the rider fancies he is get
ting over the ground at an awful rate,
running a break-neok race; but it does
not appear so to an observer. The
rider has the feeling of the swift loca
motion of the Arab steed without its
danger or oxpense. Besides, a long-
legged man, with a cork hat and a fly
ing linen “duster,” tearing madly along
on on animal as big as a slieep, is on
amusing spectacle.—Charles Dudley
Wurner,